Respect and Honour The Teacher

Respect and Honour The Teacher is a poem by  Poet Guonaa Francis

In the language of the poet
The wise hear with their ears
The rich hear with the pockets
The hungry hear with their stomachs
But the fools do not hear at all.

Who am I?
That is what they say.
I’m the whirl wind
That fears no storm
I’m the bird by the road side
That sings with delight
Producing beautiful music
For those who have attention.

They say I’m low in society
Once I don’t cheat to be rich
Ex-gratia I have not
For I’m only rewarded with a peanut
Known in the streets
As end of service benefit
Or you can call it a retirement package.

Respect and Honour The Teacher

All professionals can boast
But the teacher taught them all.
When you could not write
Who taught you writing?
When you could not read
Who taught you reading?
Today you say you are a doctor,
A nurse, an accountant, engineer
And you say you are this
You are that!
The teacher is the ladder.
The teacher moulded them all
And the fate of the teacher
Is now determined by those he taught.

If you are older than your father or mother,
You can disrespect the teacher
But if they are older than you
Say thank you to the teacher
For without the teacher
You would have died in ignorance.

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I shout with a loud voice
If you can read and write
Thank and respect the teacher.

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